1/20/2012

The more he denounced his own time, the more complacent he became.



Pregúntale a tu piel si ella te dejará escapar. Mientras tanto, recuerda dónde besaste y qué zapatos llevabas. 






Martha: Well, aren't you going to apologize?
George: Wasn't my fault — the road should've been straight.
Martha: Not that! For making her throw up.
George: I did not make her throw up.
Martha: You most certainly did.
George: I did not.
Honey: [still drunk] No, now, no…
Martha: Well, who do you think did? Sexy, back there? You think he made his own wife sick?
George: Well, you make me sick.
Martha: That's different.
(Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf?)

6 comentarios:

  1. El día que mi piel me deje escapar, malo...habré perdido 21 gramos...

    bienvenida a este 2012!

    un beso

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  2. me ha encantado lo de preguntarle a la piel si nos dejara escapar

    un beso! :)

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  3. "That's different." jajajaja.


    Te dejo besos, preciosa. Muchos.

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  4. me voy conmocionada,,,me ha encantado el blog

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